i actually don't like the idea of celebrating her today but

blindiemac  asked:

So I've been thinking about the retirement au a lot today (work has been slow...) and I was thinking. Yuuri strikes me as the kind of man not to talk about his accomplishments, but he will gush about his friends. Like, "My friend Phichit just won Gold at the Four Continents!" "Chris was so good at the European Championships!" "My unofficial son Yurio just won at Worlds!" things like that. I imagine him talking about these things, but like his friends don't know he really knows these (cont.)

(Cont.) people. Like they think the beautiful, untouchable, hot Yuri Katsuki-Nikiforov is just like a massive fanboy for figure skating (which, true he is, but he’s also been known as Japan’s Ace so…) and think it is just a cute little character quirk that makes him even more adorable. After all, his friends are not into skating so they have no idea who these people are. They do however know Yuuri is gay (or at least bi) because he regularly refers to this guy Viktor as his husband (apparently he’s some big shot figure skater that Yuuri has the cutest little (massive) crush on, can you even believe how cute this guy is?). But Yuuri isn’t really married because he would wear a ring on his left finger if he was, like come on. It all comes to a head like it does in your retirement au by Yuuri being recognized by fans, with some added hilarity of “I talk about my figure skating friends all the time?" 

"We thought you were just a really big fan!" 

"I talk about my husband all the time?" 

"Yeah and Jenny talks about her rock star "wife” all the time too!“ 

"wait, you’re not really married?" 

Bc of course Yuuri would not find it weird to be married to a rock star. He married Viktor Nikiforov after all. (fin.) 



And completely and utterly plausible omg. Because that is literally exactly the kind of language we use here on tumblr XDD Even I call my favs as my sons or daughters, or how I call JJ as the king of my heart.

Wowow, okay, so the only plot hole in this au has been filled, we finally have a good explanation for why Yuuri’s friends don’t know he’s married!!! This is totally canon…in my headcanon XD

But then also can you imagine when his friends do finally find out that the person Yuuri has been calling his husband all this time is actually his husband, they insist on getting to meet him.

Except maybe that week Skate America is going on or whatever.

So all these famous skaters are in the US, and Otabek’s competing too. And Yura wants to spend some time with the bff, so Yuuri and Viktor decide to have a house party after the competition is over.

And Yuuri’s college friends are invited over.

And they get there, and they just kinda stare around at everyone like OAO

Because they’re all lowkey terrified and highkey intimidated because???? This party is basically a who’s who of the figure skating world??? Their little Yuuri knows and is comfortable with so many celebrities? Their little Yuuri IS a celebrity!!!!! This is more famous people than they’d ever thought they’d meet in one place!!!

But before the night is over, they’ve loosened up and gotten to know the skaters. Chris is probably missing his pants. Yuuri has a bottle or two of champagne in him (nevermind the fact that those two bottles probably cost more than any of his friends make in a month). And you know Phichit has told a very attentive crowd the full story of how Viktor and Yuuri met, in detail. Never mind the fact that Phichit wasn’t even at that banquet in the first place, and he himself had gotten the story, heavily embellished, from Chris.

InuKag Last Day Bonus: Thank You Cynthia

I can’t believe InuKag Week is actually ending today. It’s been such an amazing fun wild seven days, and it’s felt like an avalanche I was snowboarding on from the very beginning on Monday to the last today. 

All the content has filled me with so much InuKag love, I didn’t even think I was capable of loving this ship anymore than I do, but everyone combined putting out amazing effort to post or reblog or submit, it’s almost like we were all together at a week long festival just happy to be around. I’ve discovered so many people from this event, my following list has GROWN exponentially haha. 

Last year I made a post like this thanking the fandom, and trust me when I say none of this is possible without the participation and love of a large group of people supporting us throughout the entire thing. You all are the heart and soul of this machine, and it doesn’t have a purpose without you. 

But this year I want to Thank Someone very special and dear to this fandom and myself:

@inukag aka Cynthia, has given so much to make not only this event, but our corner of the InuKag fandom an incredibly fun and interactive place. Last year when we did InuKag week together, we were both already excited and expectant for InuKag Week 2017, and before we knew it, IT WAS 2017, and she had taken care of ALL the prompts, ALL the edits, she REVAMPED the theme of this site, and from the very start on Monday at midnight, she was checking the tags, answering asks, doing it all while I was sleeping

(And “Family” day btw? I’ve already told you, but it WRECKED ME. Like a damn wrecking ball, Miley Cyrus aside, it ended my life over and over and over again.) 

She can try telling you we were a team today, but if we were a team, she was my leader and I followed a few miles behind in absolute awe. 

She needs 100% credit for this week, and WHAT BETTER PERSON to give credit to for InuKag week if not the sole owner of the canon InuKag url. (Doesn’t get better than this, folks)

Maybe you’ve known her as “towards-tomorrow” or maybe you’ve just gotten to know her these past two years as “inukag”, but I can promise you that if you’ve ever looked up anything remotely InuKag, you have probably liked or reblogged her gifs and beautiful gorgeous edits or analysis essays. Her imprint on this fandom echoes out from years and years ago to the present. 

She’s been patient and tolerant and kind, digging through canon material to explain things to us- us who have no clue what chapter is what. You could ask her “what chapters did Kagome get mad at Inuyasha?” and she’ll pull out annotated pages with highlighted quotes and footnotes. 

This girl spent days and sleepless hours making sure the promos for the InuKag Week 2017 Master Post were perfect- sometimes, sometimes I wish everyone got a behind the scenes look at how she spends meticulous time making sure every frame is perfect, making sure she has the right English verbiage, going through drafts and drafts on her tumblr until she has it just right. Still kicking herself sometimes for it not being as perfect as SHE wanted it to be, even though it’s BEYOND PERFECT to everyone else. 

She spent time thinking “How can we make this as inclusive as possible?”. She thinks of ideas on how to make it so every single person can do SOMETHING as long as they want to and have the means to access a computer or phone. 

This InuKag Week has by and large been even more fun and successful than the last, and I just want to take a moment to Thank You

This fandom doesn’t deserve you, it’s never deserved you. And even when you’re burnt out, even when you’re wondering “is it even worth it”, you pull it through and manage to host an entire week long event that ignites us. 

You are the Queen, and this week would never have functioned the way it has without you. 

(We look professional af Cynthia and it’s all because of you.)

One day you might be making events or sites for big corporate companies (maybe a small indie firm), or sit in a really nice office with a window, and I really hope you remember the impact you’ve made in this VERY LARGE corner of the fandom.

I love you, and thank you thank you thank you. 

There’s still the rest of today to enjoy our favorite Soul Mates, so take a break, enjoy your weekend (what’s left of it!) and look back at all these wonderful people celebrating with us. Bask in it. 


- Until the next sappy long post on this blog, Mod: Lali


It was definitely the scariest thing I’ve ever done, telling my dad about the nightmares. But you know, I don’t think I regret it. I’ve finally been able to catch up on all my lost sleep. And I was really surprised by how gentle and supportive my dad can actually be…I guess he’s not a sarcastic, cocky nerfherder all of the time.

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anonymous asked:

hi, maybe because i am from different cultures and backgrounds, to me, all the kids in the show are drinking, partying, hooking up with someone pretty much every day(don't mean to be sarcastic, just wondering) and there is russ bus thing too, which is soooo cool. skam featured the everyday lives of normal norway students? or skam did the tv show thing?

What you see on ‘Skam’ is what reality looks like for many young high school students in Norway, yes. I think they (the people making the show) capture teen life in Norway very well, but in the end it is a TV show. But that being said, Julie Andem has said in interviews that they did very extensive background research before they started making the show: they interviewed many, many, many teenagers. Asked them about their daily lives, their routines, what they do after school, what they do on the weekends, and based a lot of what we see in the show on what they found through that research.

In Norway (and I think Scandinavia as a whole) we start drinking pretty early. (Maybe I shouldn’t say this, but I, for example, started slightly before I turned 14..) By the time I was 15, everyone was talking about ‘Where will there be a party?’ before every weekend. When I was that age, people were also ‘hooking up’ like crazy at every party (Not me; I had a boyfriend and I still have him :D ) but at that time we didn’t use the word ‘hooking’ we said ‘rote/roting’ (meaning ‘messing’/messing around), then later (around when I was 17/18) people started using the term ‘hooke opp med’ (hooking up with), and now it seems to be called ‘hooke’ (maybe someone still use ‘rote’, I don’t really know..!)

But yeah, in junior and senior high school, besides school itself, partying is one of the most ‘important pastimes’ :P (Though I’ve actually read that Norwegian youth drink less today than they did 10-15 years ago) 

Russ, the tradition we have in Norway to celebrate we’re done with 13 years of school, is BIG (and it’s also BIG BUSINESS; some people spend insane amounts of money on their buses, clothes, events, accessories,etc). We become russ in our last year of senior high, but the celebration in itself is only one month (more or less), beginning some time in April, and for real on May 1st, and then it ends on May 17th (Norway’s national day) 

This celebration is quite insane, and fun, but there’s also huge problems in connection to it: over recent years problems have risen regarding for example rape: Hundreds of Norwegian youths drink themselves senseless, go to huge parties, and tragically, many get an abrupt end to the russ celebration due to alchohol- or drug overdoses, or by being the victim of rape. (I read an article somewhere last year, or two years ago, about a girl who was drugged, raped, then dumped in a garbage container; she was able to call her mom, and the police and her mom found her almost frozen to death)

I think it’s easy to ‘romanticise’ the russ celebration because the idea behind it is so awesome, and I’m guessing for people from other countries it must seem insane that we’re ‘allowed’ this type of celebration (Like on May 17th, the national day, people, children, schools march the streets with flags singing songs, and the russ are always there too, shit drunk, drinking in public (which is usually not legal in Norway; drinking openly in the streets/public places) and it’s just completely normal; the police don’t care, there’s nothing they can do about it). But it also has a darker side, which I think we in Norway should talk about more, and I’m actually really curious to see how ‘SKAM’ will portray the russ celebration; will they continue to romanticise it, or will they also shine a light on the darker, more ‘dangerous’ side of the celebration? I hope they will.
We need that. 

(Okay, sorry, this became terribly long…!)

howterrifying  asked:

I've got a song in mind, if you would - "Little Wanderer" by Death Cab for Cutie. Do with it what you wish because you're bloody amazing and I've no idea why I'd never thought of sending you prompts before. p.s. I'm sort of in love with you, hope you don't mind. xx

I’m terribly late with this, hah, typical. The song gave me an idea, besides making me listen repeatedly to ‘Turning Page’ by Sleeping at last. Odd how that happened. Anyway, it’s a wee bit rough. Forgive my mistakes and thank you very much sweetie! Also it’s like almost 4000 words, heh. 

Important note - Sherlock Series 3 AU ‘where Sherlock does fly away and Moriarty doesn’t return from the dead.’

When the planets align

Black liquid spluttered into her cup. The coffee machine humming loudly until the Styrofoam cup was just half-full, and the machine once again fell silent. Molly grimaced at the unhappy sight, taking a small tentative sip of what tasted like the bottom of a coffee cup that had the luxury of staying a week on a kitchen counter untouched. 

It would have to do, she thought, eyes fluttering shut imagining that it tasted something half-decent drizzled with hazelnut on top of the foam. Emptying it she made a face and begun her trek through the dull hallways of the hospital. Very few residents were walking about, though she was unsurprised to see Mike Stamford appear with a mug that said ‘the boss’ with a huge bold font. 

“Morning Molly,” he said grinning at her. She tried to return the same enthusiastic grin, but she only managed to stretch her mouth a tiny bit, the caffeine hadn’t taken its hold yet quite yet. “The rain is pouring outside of course, which it would. The minute I think we’re catching a break because he’s off for six months - the rain never seems to end - - well - we’ll make do-,” he added in much more morose tones, trying to match her mood by sheer sympathy.

“Who’s off for six months?” she said at a loss.

Mike raised his brows at her, pausing for a second before his eyes widened in some realisation. “Oh - oh - right, umm, Sherlock? - He’s gone on some top-secret mission for his big brother. He’s going to be gone for about six months apparently… I thought you’d have heard-,”

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anonymous asked:

First off you're extremely beautiful! And second, I know you're busy but today is my birthday and it's been a really shitty one so I was wondering if you could write something about me and ash or Mikey that has to do with celebrating your birthday idk just something really happy and cute and fluffy to cheer me up :((

aw so just imagine that they’d actually legitimately forgotten it was your birthday because like, touring and the band can be so hectic and it’s just so easy to not even know what month it is let alone what day or date. But you would’ve thought that ash, your boyfriend, at least would have remember it was your bday. And especially because you were on tour with them but they’d booked off the day just to have a ‘day off’ so, I mean, naturally you assumed they chose that day for a break bc it was your birthday. 

But nooooo. The day came and everything was literally normal af. Like, Ashton was being his normal self and he just kissed you on the shoulder when you both woke up in the morning and he put his arm slung around your waist while you were eating breakfast. But nothing at all was said about your birthday. And it’s not that you actually expected anything, but just a nice ‘happy birthday’ would’ve been cool. And, like, the whole band would come out and start going about their daily stuff. And Michael, your bestie, would just go straight to his video games and you’d be just sitting there a bit like wtf. 

And Ashton would notice something wasn’t quite right and half way through the day he would be like, ‘everything alright, baby?’ and you were so tempted to just ask if he knew what the date was but you were like nah bc that would be awkward. So you’d leave it and brush it off. 

And then by the end of the day you would basically forget it was even your birthday because everyone else had seemed to dismiss it, so why shouldn’t you. And it would get to nighttime and you’d be lying down watching a movie with everyone all snuggled up lazily on one bed, and you would get a phone call from your mum. SO you’d just pick it up automatically and omg her voice would just screech through the phone like ‘hapPY BIRTHDAY sweetiee I HOPE ASHTON HAS BEEN TREATING YOU WELL TODAY IM SORRY I CANT BE THERE BUT WE SENT YOU A CARD IN THE MAIL AND HOPEFULLY IT’LL GET THEIR SOON YOUR BIRTHDYA IS SUCH AN IMPORTANT DAY BLABLABLABLA' 

and you’d be like fk fk omg wat and you’d rush to try and turn the volume down but everyone had already heard and everyone would turn to look at you and omg you never would’ve seen so many pale ghostly people looking in your direction and you’d just think it was the awkwardest thing ever and you’d fumble around to turn off the damn phone to shut your stupid mum up, and then when you did it would just be like … dead.. silence.. 

and you’d sorta just turn to your left and look at Ashton and he would just be sitting there with his mouth open gaping at you and taking really really slow and deep breaths. And you’d just feel so bad that he was clearly feeling so bad and you’d start to talk like, 'ash…’ but he’d be in a state where his eyes were literally being clouded by tears and he’d just get straight up off of the bed and like storm the fuck out of that room

and obv you’d instantly go to follow, but Michael would grab your arm and pull you back to fall like half on top of him, and he’d be like, 'jesus, fuck Y/N, I am, literally, so, fucking, sorry, about this, oh my god.’ And you’d shake your head like, 'no, michael, it’s fine, don’t even worry about it seriously.’ but UGH HE’D JUST LOOK LIKE A PUPPY WITH SAD EYES AND LIKE SWEARING NONSTOP AND LUKE And calum would be awkwardly scratching the back of their necks and mumbling apologies and shit and you’d just be like aahhh stfu tbh and you’d grab michael’s shoulder and make eye contact with all three of them and you’d say, ‘don’t worry. I’m not offended, but I’m worried about Ashton.’ 

SO you’d run out and immediately be on the hunt for your sad man but as soon as you walked out the door, he would slam straight into you because he was already heading on his way in to come back and apologise to you and omg you’d just stand there looking at each other and then he’d take a massive hugh gulp of air and be like, 'baby, I had absolutely no fucking idea that it was your birthday and I never ever felt so guilty in my entire life-’ and you’d go to interrupt but he’d shoosh you and keep going like, ‘no honestly babe, I am in the wrong here, don’t you dare try to defend me. But I am going to make this up to you okay? I promise.’ 

And awwww you’d be smiling and you’d just dive in for a hug and then in no time you’d be full on stand-up cuddling and it would be cute

so then anyway, you’d sorta just have to listen to him hating on himself for the rest of the night, but then the nEXT DAY EVERYTHING WOULD BE AMAZING, LIKE, YOU’D WAKE UP TO THE SMELL OF BREAKFAST BC HE WOULD’VE COOKED YOU UP SOMETHING AMAZING AND HE’D BRING IT INTO BED AND peck your forehead and he’d be like trying to be funny like, 'what’s the point in celebrating your birthday on your actual birthday when you could celebrate your bday plus one because you’ve officially survived one day of that age!’ and all day he’d be making you laugh and you would go out for lunch to some cute cafe and Ashton would be super touchy the entire day, like his hand would constantly he on your thigh

and michael would be totally into the ‘celebrating a day late’ thing and he would’ve gone out in the morning to buy you flowers and chocolates and essentially you’d just get so fkn spoilt

but then at night when you were going to sleep again, you’d be in ashton’s arms and he would just be getting all sentimental like, 'honey, I owe you so much for loving me even when I screw up the most important day in the world.’ and you’d sigh, 'it’s hardly the most important day ash,’ but he’d disagree like, 'well, actually, Princess, if you hadn’t have been born, then you wouldn’t be with me right now and then there would be no way in hell that I would be half as happy or have half the reason I have to live now.’

so show me family

(agents of shield // gen // ff.net // ao3)

 slightly belated birthday present for my baby sister

// in which the team gives Skye the birthday she never had.

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Don't let Percy organize a surprise party

It was early in the morning (shortly before dinner) as the door burst open and an obnoxious Percy Jackson stormed into the Hades Cabin.
“Nico!!! WAKE UP!”
Said Nico shot up and stood in his bed, irritated and confused.
“What happened? An attack?” He looked around and searched for his sword which was kicked under the bed by Percy.
“Maybeeeee…?” The older guy grinned wildly and opened the window shutters to let the sunshine into the dark painted room. Nico actually hissed and shielded his eyes against the dim light of the January-sun. “You’re sure that you aren’t a vampire?”
“What do you want, Jackson?” grunted Nico in response and sat down on his bed. He pulled the blanket around him and yawned. “If you just wanted to piss me off, congratulations! You succeeded!”
Percy snorted and sat down on the foot of the bed and Nico growled again.
“What do you have behind your back?” he asked suspiciously.
“Nothing.” Percy shrugged his shoulders and completely ignored Nico’s glares.
“What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be in school?“
“Don’t know. Hey, is that a poster for a Mythomagic-convention? I heard Frank fussing about that one. And he was thinking about a Mythomagic-trial at Camp Jupiter. You should take part and kick some…”
“Percy?” Nico’s voice was calm and dangerously sharp. “Why are you ignoring my questions?”
And Percy Jackson did the best thing he could do, the thing that always worked (except for Annabeth… and Hazel, because Hazel was creepy when she was mad): Big puppy-eyes!
And Nico forgot to be angry but it could have been because Jason was entering the room in the exact same moment. Damn that Jason!
“Not you, too.” Nico groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. “What’s going on?”
“Nice to see you, too.” Jason laughed and Percy got on his knees in front of Nico. He grabbed two ends of the comfortable duvet and pulled them apart.
“Let me perform a trick, Nico.” He did the puppy-eyes again and this time Nico sighed in defeat.
“Okay, let’s get over with it.” The son of Hades blinked skeptically and watched as Percy ran over to Jason. He put an arm around the blond (who was still bigger, damn that Jason again!) and cleared his throat. The he hummed dramatically (terribly out of tune) and bowed. Jason couldn’t stop a grin and Nico smiled back for he was aware that Percy’s act wasn’t something ordinary.
“At first let me introduce you to my beautiful lady-assistant Jason! Applause!”
“Hey…” protested that said assistant but Percy ignored him.
“She isn’t as graceful as you might think,” he winked heavily and both Jason and Nico groaned. “But she can do a great pirouette.”
Jason starred at the oldest of them and shoved his glasses back on his nose. “Dude, seriously?”
Percy rolled his eyes. “What says the audience? Do we want a pirouette?”
At first Nico wanted them to leave but now this whole thing seemed to get interesting. “Yes! We want a pirouette.” He grinned maliciously at Jason who sighed.
“Et tu, Nico?” Jason frowned but Percy was clapping his hands.
“Pirouette! Pirouette!” He demanded and Jason looked like he was about to kill. The he lifted a leg and did a pirouette like it was nothing. Stupid Jason with his endless talents!
Nico applauded and laughed. This was promisingly stupid and even though Nico hadn’t the slightest idea what was going on.
“Okay, thank you very much, my lovely lady.” Percy bowed again and Jason hit him hard on the shoulder. “I assume that she’s on her period.” He got another hit and whined. “That hurt my feelings.”
“Just stop improvising and go on, Percy,” hissed Jason and Nico looked at them skeptically.
“Go on with what exactly?” He asked and Percy flinched a bit. But he caught himself fast and gesticulated wildly with his arms.
“With my magic trick of course! Are you ready to experience the wonders of the great Percyano? Magical magician of magic? The Parry Hotter of Camp Halfwarts?”
“I’m majorly scared,” mumbled Nico.
“I really appreciate your admiration but you can put your mind at rest. It’s percy-fectly safe.”
“Oh dude, just stop this stupid puns,” groaned Jason and Percy pulled a little black box out from his hip pocket which he presented Nico on the flat hand. It was nothing spectacular, just black and a box and not very interesting. Nico raised an eyebrow.
“BEWARE!” While he shouted Percy let his hands collide with great force and as he crushed the box between his flat hands, blackness erupted and consumed them.
Nico couldn’t see anything, it was a bit like he was back in the jar except there was very breathable air and shuffling sounds and little whispers. He could have been mistaken but he smelled something sweet.
A small light inflamed in the darkness in front of him and one after another followed. At least there were fifteen little lights which were slightly flickering like flames.
“Okay, on three…” whispered somebody and then Nico could hear someone counting. “One… two…. Four…”
“Oh come on, seaweed brain.” That had to be Annabeth but Nico wouldn’t get what… and why…? And…. Whaaaaat?! He was utterly confused.
The darkness vanished from one second to the next and Nico blinked in shock. Every single person he held dear in his heart was standing in front of his bed. Hazel and Will were holding a black cake with a skull on it and exactly fifteen candles.
“Happy Birthday, Nico!”
His birthday?
Nico hadn’t kept track of passing days and so he had totally forgotten what day was today!
There were so many congratulations and cheers and so many smiles and happy faces (Percy looked very pleased with himself) and Nico couldn’t help but laugh.
One day he had told Jason that he couldn’t remember which the last birthday he had celebrated was but this made up each and every one he had ignored since he had left the Lotus Hotel.
It didn’t took them long to settle down on the four beds of the cabin and eating this wonderful dark-chocolate-cake and watching Nico unwrapping one present after another. Every present was great and picked with lots of thoughts but the best part of it was that he could celebrate his birthday with the people he loved.

victoriakca  asked:

I'm so lame, I don't even know what to ask for in my blurb other than Luke. Darn him & his freaking adorable, amazing, talented self. I mean, adklnfraeirhj ugh. Don't hate me, please.

this one’s for you victoriakca, i really hope it was okay. i did research and everything i hope you like it!

He would have first laid eyes on you at some beat down coffee shop in whatever city he happened to be playing that night. He had only been interested in a quick energy boost before he had to preform in front of hundreds of screaming fans who had inadvertently claimed him as theirs, but the moment his eyes locked on yours, during that small exchange that you both shared, he knew he was here for more than just coffee.

Fast forward to your first date. He would have wiped his sweaty palms against his worn out jeans that he had worried wouldn’t impress you. Nervously, he brought his knuckles up to the door and knocked exactly three times. “You look… Wow.” He breathed. The giggle he got in response would be a sound that he would treasure. The car ride was mostly silent, the static hum of the radio absently filling in for small talk. Neither of you were quite sure what to say. You had both decided on a typical movie date, thinking that it might help to relieve some of the teenage nerves that were inevitably going to build up. The wait for the tickets was filled with accidental arm brushes, lame conversation starters, and doubts that the other person was really interested. Arguably, the movie itself could have been much better, but somewhere in between the bad jokes and awkward laughs, Luke had managed to build up the courage to reach over and lace his fingers with yours.

Three months later and you’re having your first fight. Mindless insults are being thrown, tainting the air with the horrible feeling that he might leave. Your faces are red and and your mouths are spit firing everything you promised to never say to each other, both lost in the heat of the moment, so desperate to make the other understand things from your point of view. “Maybe if I had a girlfriend that understood that I have a job that requires me to be away a lot, we wouldn’t be in this situation!” He screamed, desperate for some relief from the anger that was building up inside of him quicker than he knew how to handle. “Is that it Luke? Is that what would make you happy? Someone who could put up with the only person they love more than themselves constantly being away from home?” You screamed back at a pitch you never knew existed within you. “Luke, if that’s what would make you happy, then by all means, go ahead!” Tears brimmed your eyes at the thought of him walking out. “Don’t cry, y/n.” “Luke..” Don’t cry” He took a step closer to you. “Don’t cry because then I’m gonna cry and then I won’t be able to hold you as tightly as you deserve to be held and I won’t be able to apologize for being a complete jackass without sounding like a mess so please, don’t cry.” He closed the space between you two and brought you into a tight embrace, lightly fiddling with the ends of your hair and placing gentle kisses on the top of your head.

Seeing you walk through those huge wooden doors, your arm tightly linked with your fathers and the organ playing deeply in the background was a sight that made Luke’s breath hitch in the back of his throat and his palms go sweaty. The dress that hugged your body perfectly, adorned with those beautiful shoes and that gorgeous veil that Luke’s mom (much to your protest) insisted you get, because her daughter in-law deserved the best and only the best. The price was what worried you at first, you had never been one to go all out in terms of spending, but after almost an hour of gentle coaxing and pleading and endless compliments, you had decided to go with it. Money was never an issue with you and Luke, and you knew that, but the idea of spending so much on something that was going to be worn for one night seemed taboo to you. You would have been happy getting married in shorts and a t-shirt as long as it was with Luke. For both of you, the actual wedding was more for your friends and family than for you two. You both knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your lives with each other, and a simple ceremony only made it official. His throat swelled at the sight of you walking down the aisle. As you reached him, you gently left a kiss on your fathers cheek as he gave Luke a small nod of approval, something that meant the world to him. You walked in front of Luke, placing your hands in his and smiling up at him, your eyes sparkling with unshed tears. His gaze met yours instantaneously, not paying attention to what was being said. Five boys stood behind him, his bandmates and his brothers. Six girls stood behind you, your two sisters and your three best friends.“Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the joining of y/n and Luke in marriage. With love and commitment, they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife.” The priest began. “No other human ties are more tender and no other vows more important than those you are about to take. Both of you come to this day with the deep realization that the contract of marriage is sacred as are all of its obligations and responsibilities.” Luke looked down at you tenderly, swiping the top of your hand with the pad of his thumb. Do you Luke, take y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?” “I do.” He spoke, softly looking down at you in awe. “And do you y/n, take Luke to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?” “I do.” You replied, looking up at Luke with equal amazement. “And now, by the power vested in me, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride.” Luke leaned down and captured your lips in a magical kiss, both of your hearts beating wildly at the thought of spending your lives together, celebrating the ups and helping each other with the downs. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Hemmings.”

part 2 maybe?